[Verse 1]
I read your bones like a Brautigan poem
Over and over I traced your shoulders
And in the margins I took notes
For your future lovers to discover
Corbeau, untitled

[Verse 2]
I read your bones like prophetic stones
Now I know your secrets
You can't change what the ink says
You were born to be adorned
And I'd die to be buried on your sleeve
Corbeau, unbridled

[Bridge]
I see the Sun through all your clouds
Not everyone's as lucky or allowed

[Outro]
I read your bones when no one was home
I'm sorry for the last time